Scott and I have to sit with Ana until she falls asleep. It's not what we would most like to be doing at 7:00 each night, but it's what she needs from us, so we oblige. It's not so bad when she's out in 20 minutes, although I will say that it greatly strains my patience when it reaches over an hour. Last night was looking like it would be one of those nights:Mom, what's Gloria? I think it's a God song.Yep.Mom, did you brush my hair this morning?Yep.Mom, is Mommy Mary Jesus' mommy?Yep.Mom, I learned that Mommies and Daddies protect their childrens. Right?Yep.Mom, can I watch the Nutcracker ice skating movie in the morning?Yep. Hush now, Ana, because I am trying to sleep.Mom, are you asleep?Yep.Oh. Okay.